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Her stomach roiled and her nostrils flared as she tried to calm herself and stay in her role. So, this is clearly a torture and kill room. Watch your back. The wailing continued and her gaze shot through the room. Where the hell is she? Or could this be some recording playing over speakers just to test me some more? The mechanic hum and the way the soft wails seemed to come from all around made her doubt if it was real. I wouldn’t put it past him to record some victim’s tortured screams and play them back like some twisted Halloween soundtrack.
While Amy observed the space, Lucius had stepped inside and was now leaning against one of the tables, smirking. “Now, now… Perhaps you weren’t ready after all?” He scrutinised her, his grey eyes gleaming.
If there was an actual victim here, surely hearing us enter would make them call out for help. But the wails didn’t even increase in volume or frequency. He’s fucking with you. Collect yourself. You’re Hecubah. Be Hecubah. Amy wetted her lips and gave him a coy smile. “No, I am, I assure you. It’s just… Well… It’s a little intimidating, you know…?” She sauntered over to the table across of him and sat on the edge. “This could very well be the place I die.” She ran a finger over the stained metal. “So… I guess I’m just hoping my trust in you isn’t misplaced and gets me killed.” She looked at Lucius, smile widening, and tilted her head slightly, hoping her charms would work their magic on him like they had before.
Lucius laughed and walked over to her, placing his hands on the table right next to her hips. “You worry I might kill you, yet you came here carrying a knife.”
Unperturbed, Amy moved her face closer to his, their noses almost touching. “You telling me someone like you isn’t into knife play?”
